soud saw that Sir Tristram was unhorsed,
and she wist not where he was, then she wept greatly. But Sir Tristram,
when he was ready, came dashing lightly into the field, and then La
Beale Isoud espied him. And so he did great deeds of arms; with one
spear, that was great, Sir Tristram smote down five knights or ever he
stint. Then Sir Launcelot espied him readily, that it was Sir Tristram,
and then he repented him that he had smitten him down; and so Sir
Launcelot went out of the press to repose him and lightly he came again.
And now when Sir Tristram came into the press, through his great force
he put Sir Palomides upon his horse, and Sir Gareth, and Sir Dinadan,
and then they began to do marvellously; but Sir Palomides nor none of
his two fellows knew not who had holpen them on horseback again. But
ever Sir Tristram was nigh them and succoured them, and they [knew]
not him, because he was changed into red armour: and all this while Sir
Launcelot was away.

So when La Beale Isoud knew Sir Tristram again upon his horse-back she
was passing glad, and then she laughed and made good cheer. And as
it happened, Sir Palomides looked up toward her where she lay in the
window, and he espied how she laughed; and therewith he took such a
rejoicing that he smote down, what with his spear and with his sword,
all that ever he met; for through the sight of her he was so enamoured
in her love that he seemed at that time, that an both Sir Tristram and
Sir Launcelot had been both against him they should have won no worship
of him; and in his heart, as the book saith, Sir Palomides wished that
with his worship he might have ado with Sir Tristram before all men,
because of La Beale Isoud. Then Sir Palomides began to double his
strength, and he did so marvellously that all men had wonder of him, and
ever he cast up his eye unto La Beale Isoud. And when he saw her make
such cheer he fared like a lion, that there might no man withstand him;
and then Sir Tristram beheld him, how that Sir Palomides bestirred him;
and then he said unto Sir Dinadan: So God me help, Sir Palomides is a
passing good knight and a well enduring, but such deeds saw I him never
do, nor never heard I tell that ever he did so much in one day. It is
his day, said Dinadan; and he would say no more unto Sir Tristram; but
to himself he said: An if ye knew for whose love he doth all those
deeds of arms, soon would Sir Tristram abate his courage. Alas, said Sir
Tristram, that S